Sleater-Kinney
"Ironclad"


You went down in the very first round
sitting ringside in a tiny town
Knock out, knock out
First round, first round

This could be our very last stand
The Monitor and the Merrimac
too bad, too bad
You're ironclad, ironclad

When you call you will call the loudest
When you fall you will fall the hardest

Who do you love?
What would you kill
to make a heart stand still?
What would you pay
to make the hate go away?

Why battle-cry, dry your eyes
no one can hear you